carefully we drew her out

all tidy with reason, wearing

us down

shades defining.

now I have to say that I usually like

the colour as items, yet maybe not

as entity.

I face the slate

grey

and bleed red

cutting,

bleeding the lead

into showers,

and explosive marks.

the power house rears its head again,

pouring images down

like rain.

slipped sideways.
while all remains the same, something is different.

they are all animals even cows and sheep

and horses

she ate them

except the horse as she did not fancy that

she only ate those she was used to

slipped sideways.

while all remains the same, something is different.

we wonder how it will map
out

we have wondered before
when waking

no words to describe the mass,
the danger of it all, the hate  that
rises.
the parallel,
the home, the black chair.

power house.
bone house.

you feel like two people

that one is split in two.

that the other one does

look a bit like you

only more so

or is it the air changing?
mood settles, or is it the
time of year?

a touch of red
suggested at dinner, to make
a photograph splendid, i noticed
the same in paintings at exhibition.

looking out, the grave yard, noticed
a touch of colour by the white.

seems maybe if it is written down

for tomorrow

in the diary

it gets done today

finalised with finesse tomorrow

like

the stick fence and composting

and other varied tasks

pottering in and out

did you see that river stone there

adding accent

do you see the chicken wire behind the ivy covered some time ago

do you find that predictor adds words not required and meanings irrelevant

even the thorns came useful

storm came yesterday dark and loud  the landscape veiled
awash a while
black things fade and all is grey

win or lose hedge your edge
write of parlay

anyhow we done the draft

then turned it round about


a few more hours fiddling
and it may suffice
with a double eff

light the darker days

of gloom and melancholia

born from intrusion

and swede.

this is quality,

a fortunate piece.

think the road is closed for people on bicycles

with a helicopter flying over

this morning while doing the garden in the heat got sweaty and allergic

sneezing with spotty rashes

i ate tinned gooseberries from the fridge in the cool corner of the cottage

and felt better

damp washing
on radiator.

aroma reminds
of
pudding cloths

yellow
drawn by the name not just the colour

and oh that name come true
on opening jim

is fading now
yet remains as the description

Yes chilly and windy here yesterday.

Another exciting day in that the neighbours were having a tree felled and it was interesting to watch between tasks and warming up.

Ivor called to look at the greenhouse and left me to mull over ideas.

Then I started to define one of the paths with the gravel that was delivered. Did not rush as I will like it in a good place so hope to continue today.

Rang my brother, he is fine.

Then Pat Doorbar rang , also fine.

Not much on TV so listened to a podcast about space debris and drifted off.

With capitals and punctuation today. A treat.

good to hear back from you yet sorry to hear about the difficulties.

.i were doing well with transport, using the buses and walking about.

.now we have the omicron creature here guess my leisure bus rides will be curtailed, essential travel only.

.it were a pleasant interlude encouraged by the grandson and another seasoned  traveller.

.so we move forward differently once again.

.while you and remain in mind.

.you with a balaclava now!

liking the format, liking the days
that come natural now without
no planning
evolving gradually

the history is complex
involved with movement
and a state of mind

on all parts

yesterday was long and simple

some may be disappointed

that the terror remains

like in some 1950s film

or tv show

understanding

&

our bus broke down
in gellilydan

we sat
chatted
waited
laughed for 40 minutes

then another bus came

arrived home to notice
the car had a puncture

breakdown cover
covered  that

good here in that alone
is not lonely

she normally goes earlier
though being later yesterday

we met again
and chatted

her daughter also walks daily
with her friend and the dog

we talked about the track
and other  little things

like the mileage
and her knee

you know

then the warden came
and i thanked him for the garden

the wildlife garden

each day, each day the suns shines
and we stay at home

tapering off into dots repeated

the fall is abrupt and possibly dramatic

careful what you dream on a cusp of night. know that all stars are not the same.

seen  through the net nightly.

in blue writing

as if

it is important

you see

cover the place with whiteness.
pink is pretty, white is clean.

they do not want to see it
today, a reminder of fragility.

they will not swim in the tidal pool
no

nor their families nor them before that

we do and the little fishes come
we do
we are a different family

poor birds

have it difficult the best of times
then comes the festivals
those traditions

that mean they must die

talking of which
now we know

with our present hidings and isolation
distancing

how they live at all times

the creatures burn and die
fly
away

i watch the squirrels down the back lane
each day
sometimes one will stop running and

we look at each other

a while

later had my second walk
to see a differing light

shades and all that surrounds

i drew them later
my way

want to draw that image

to keep it in my brain
to come out some other way

take on all the things on our arms
our shoulders

the coat hanger effect

i noted his oversized coat
and was admonished for

assuming judgement on
appearance

no no no it is about remembrance
and the drawing out later
when all is quiet james

it is that time of year for memorials
eighteen days yet

perhaps someone will come to measure the depth

calculate the timeline

becomes part of the
pattern
a mark on the horizon

could change it for another yet it has become
a mantra

a pause like in breathing

don’t work if not connected, if not tuned in, you would think the experts would know that.  we need to signal to another.

it came four legged

trouncing down the dark


no one was distressed here nor

frightened


one finds more fear in the doings

of men, their counterparts


fear of too much punctuation haunts

us

unlike the four leggeds

*

there are stars

there are no stars


so what is the true meaning

here


running in the dark

sorting in the rain things get wet


puddles form

wordsjointogether


a long dark road

two legged

you came again in auto fill

last evening sat alone



we still cannot understand

there is no explanation for that

nor what you did



you are a ghost to us now

fading



we watched it on tv

.raining.

they forecast it,
we do not listen any more,
just check the window.

comes a wider space, with mistakes and misgivings.
nothing in this world is perfect. it is raining today.

it was one of those books

you know the sort you read over

something about a house

i seem to remember

one of the favourites

have the set up until then

and i expect she has written more

since

there is a boat house up cregennan

another down bontddu

making good photographs

good dreams



drama change to night terrors

when you cannot shift

the weight bearing down from hell or somewhere

else

hell is a story for control

for controversy

they come here spouting the belief yet

never ask for mine



fairies.

island.

island / n.1. a piece of land surrounded bywater

2. anything compared to an island,

especially being surrounded in some way

3. a detached or isolated thing

asked if he referred to the war

which we consider affects us all

he nodded then sat down in his garden chair

early yet

I have to tell you
that

i went a different way
to avoid the usual

nothing felt right yesterday

not large stuff
nor small
and though like you to bed early

it rattled my brain until two
yet this morning awake as usual

surrounded in soft cotton
sheets

the duvet is white
and we huddle comfy

hope for a settled day

that is all

james

-6°
overcast

warning of snow and ice

is it acceptable to think in phrases, believe the attrocities yet do not share them

with friends.

some of you have mentioned the bear

the absence

yet still here though quiet

now

no more proclaiming

just whispering within these walls

or sending thoughts

there is still confusion and little understanding of the world

there is no gender pronoun

the bear is a quiet affair

flashing

nought nought

a sure sign that something
has occured

i will know more when i investigate

our work
our soul
is in
our chest

some of us manage

to be vulnerable as naked

in private

some need holding up

in sight from our window